March 29, 2006
bad hair day
I am in a quandry. Whatever will I do with my hair?
I gave myself a physical inspection after I took a shower today. My belly doesn't appear to be as distended as it was. The mark from the surgery is just a pink line down my belly, which is one benefit of being too skinny for my own good. I don't have any gut-fat to make a hideous, puckered scar. In fact, once my belly-hair grows back, you might have to look really hard to even FIND the scar...
But whoever shaved me for the surgery didn't shave just the belly-hair. No, that person took a trip into the lush, tropical rain forest of my crotchital region with the razor and shaved about half of THAT off, too. It don't look good.
I'm slick as a newborn babe from just under my nipples to a Line of Demarcation at the base of my Roscoe. Everything below that line is just as furry as it ever was; everything above it is bare. Now I'm wondering whether or not I should do some trimming of my own to try and make the two halves match up a little better. Hell--- if I shave EVERYTHING, it won't be the first time I've done that.
I dunno, though. If I just leave well enough alone, it'll all grow back by itself eventually. If I shave everything off, I'll either have to keep it that way or go through the itching, uncomfortable process allowing it form a soft beard again. Maybe I'll just keep my pants on and forget about it.
Or MAYBE... if one of you lovely ladies remain interested in "nursing" me back to health, YOU can drop by and handle a little barber-work for me. I promise to be VERY nice to you when you have a sharp razor in one hand and my Roscoe in the other. In fact, that's probably as nice as I'll ever be to anyone in my life.
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